[00:00.00] 作词 : Bass, King, Mathers, Resto ...
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Jeff Bass/Eminem/Steven Victor Tallarico
[00:23.07]These ideas are nightmares for white parents
[00:25.79]Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
[00:28.94]Like whatever they say has no bearing
[00:31.38]It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
[00:34.13]To see him walkin' around wit his headphones blaring
[00:37.06]Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
[00:39.61]He's a problem child, what bothers him all.es out
[00:42.37]When he talks about his ****ing dad walkin' out
[00:46.81][00:44.31]'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
[00:47.91]But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
[00:50.73]His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
[00:53.88]Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
[00:56.06]He sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin' cap
[00:59.73]His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
[01:02.40]And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
[01:04.85]There's no control, he just lets his emotions go-Chorus
[04:35.12][04:18.20][02:49.79][01:08.27]C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
[04:37.61][04:20.91][02:53.04][01:11.31]Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
[04:40.83][04:23.65][02:55.78][01:14.32]Sing it with me, just for today
[04:43.76][04:26.50][02:58.45][01:16.78]Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
[01:25.60]Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas
[01:28.49]In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
[01:30.93]Only ya unholy, only have one homey
[01:33.70]Only this gun, lonely, 'cuz don't anyone know me
[01:36.18]But everybody just feels like they can relate
[01:39.18]I guess words are a mother****er, they can be great
[01:41.86]Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
[01:44.88]It's like kids hang on every single statement we make
[01:47.80]Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
[01:50.72]Now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen?
[01:53.58]From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
[01:56.32]To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
[01:58.82]But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
[02:02.04]Fans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at you
[02:05.19]To get their hands on every dime you have
[02:07.55]They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
[02:10.51]So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
[02:13.49]Any dispute, don't hesitate to produce handguns
[02:16.44]Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
[02:19.27]Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly
[02:22.10]But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
[02:24.97]So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
[02:27.69]They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me
[02:30.64]If I'm such a ****ing menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
[02:33.61]It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal,
[02:36.80]How the **** can I raise a little girl?
[02:39.10]I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
[02:41.81]You're full of shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU! Chorus
[03:07.41]They say music can alter moods and talk to you
[03:09.82]But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
[03:12.63]Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
[03:15.69]Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
[03:18.40]See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
[03:21.74]And they wanna get one, 'cuz they think the shit's cool
[03:24.47]Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
[03:26.97]We entertainas, of course this shit's affectin' our sales
[03:29.89]You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
[03:32.67]We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
[03:35.68]It's ****ed up ain't it, how we can.e from practically nothin'
[03:38.47]To bein' able to have any ****ing thing that we wanted
[03:41.31]That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
[03:44.05]Except for a dream and a ****ing rap magazine
[03:46.84]Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
[03:49.67]Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
[03:52.43]Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
[03:55.36]So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they die
[03:58.19]Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
[04:00.74]We're nothin' to you, but we the ****ing shit in they eyes
[04:04.03]That's why we sieze the moment, try to freeze it and own it
[04:06.88]Squeeze it and hold it, 'cuz we consider these minutes golden
[04:09.56]And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
[04:12.53]Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
[04:15.08]And we can-Chorus
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作词 : Bass, King, Mathers, Resto ...
作曲 : Jeff Bass/Eminem/Steven Victor Tallarico
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walkin' around wit his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all.es out
When he talks about his ****ing dad walkin' out
'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin' cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go-Chorus
C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only ya unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, 'cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a mother****er, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute, don't hesitate to produce handguns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a ****ing menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal,
How the **** can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU! Chorus
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they wanna get one, 'cuz they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainas, of course this shit's affectin' our sales
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's ****ed up ain't it, how we can.e from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any ****ing thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a ****ing rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothin' to you, but we the ****ing shit in they eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cuz we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can-Chorus